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Skunk.

Trapped, caught by the hind leg, a skunk on the Ingraham lot beneath the hill and in the rear of the residence on Sheridan road this morning crawled into a hole, trap and all, buried himself inside, literally pulling the hole in after him.
Mr. Ingraham, assisted by half a score chicken fancier neighbors, proceeded to disinter the polecat, not knowing what it was and puzzled as to what animal it could be that would bury itself.
There was a hasty exit when the identity of the animal was found.
Six shots fired at the animal failed to kill him, but finally a bullet found a mark in his eye, and he was dragged out and his pelt hung up to dry.
One man got behind a shield of tin and with a hoe attempted to combat his scentship.

Oysters A Foot Long.

Labadist missionaries in America wrote to Europe in 1697 that they had eaten oysters a foot long. They said they were very palatable and fully as good as the English variety. An early writer states he had seen oysters thirteen inches in length in Virginia, where in 1609 many of the famished settlers found in the oyster banks a means of preserving life.

Terrier And The Lioness.

Little Dog Braves Wounded Wild Beast and Saves Life of His Master.

That victory is not always a matter of size or strength was pleasingly illustrated in the case of the dog that did his duty so effectually in the incident here related.
A man named De Beer had started early one morning for a journey on foot in Matabeleland, leaving his boy to pack up and follow him. He had not gone half a mile when he heard a growl and, turning saw an immense lioness about fifty yards away and rapidly approaching. She was within twenty paces when he fired. The shot broke the beast’s jaw.
The second shot broke one of her legs. The third, fired just as she sprang on De Beer, missed altogether and the man was borne down.
In a few seconds he was mauled and bitten and his left hand severely injured. There seemed little hope that he could escape alive, for his gun was out of reach and the lion, lying on him, prevented him from moving.
But with De Beer was one companion, a little terrier. The tiny animal flew bravely at the lioness ear, got a good hold and hung grimly on. This made the brute shift a little, and De Beer was able to reach his rifle again with his right hand and shot the lioness through the chest. She fell dead on top of him, his left hand still in her mouth

Pigeons On A Jamboree.

Drink Liquor Spilled in the Street and Gave Real Exhibition of Drunkenness.

A heavy truck loaded high with kegs of liquor was jolting across a line of downtown car tracks when one of the kegs toppled and fell from the top of the pile into the street. It was thoroughly smashed, so the truckman whipped up his team and went his way without stopping. The rum flowed out over the street-one little dent in the paving collecting a visible puddle of it.
In a few minutes a pigeon came fluttering down to drink at the pool thus fortunately provided for thirsty birds. The initial taste was a surprise, but a second and third soon followed, and soon the pigeon tottered fluttering away, too overcome to fly. Other birds, seeing him there and anxious to wet their parching throats on so sultry a day, followed their brother in his path of wicked intemperance.
Five minutes later a passerby was astonished to see a dozen pigeons in the gutter of the otherwise deserted street, some dancing drunkenly, others already sound asleep. A few feet away a hound of disreputable appearance was creeping up, slowly and a trifle unsteadily, on his unsuspecting and bibulous quarry. As he was almost among the birds his feet went suddenly in several directions and he lay in the gutter among the pigeons, growling sleepily to himself, for he too, was drunk.

Three Bears Are Killed By The President.

Woods had only five all told but the President got all he saw.

Only one shot by his own rifle.

Goes into the bush for bruin and shoots straight.-Other big game is killed.

Stamboul, La., Oct. 21.-“We got three bears, six deer, one wild turkey, twelve squirrels, one duck, one possum and one wildcat. We ate them all except the wildcat, and there was times when we almost felt as if we could eat it.” This was President Roosevelt’s summing up the results of his hunt on Bayou Tensas and Bear lake.

President Is Joyous.

He arrived at 3 p. m. at the residence of Leo Shields, where he was a guest until he made his departure for Vicksburg. He came in on a full gallop, and mounted and attired in hunting garb, the cavalcade presented a tablaeau as picturesque as it was animated.

Only Five Bears In Those Woods.

The president is slightly more bronzed than when he entered the wilderness from this point fifteen days ago, but he was never in better spirits in his life. “Yes we got three bears,” he added, “all that we saw, and I think that a pretty good record. I am perfectly satisfied.
“You might add,” interjected one of the Metcalf brothers, who has been the president’s principal guide throughout the hunt. “That we hunted a country of vast extent, and in which there were but five bears all told, and that of those, as you see, we got three.”

‘Possum Was the Best Dish.

Assenting to this amplification of his statement the president entered upon an enthusiastic account of his hunt, of his life in camp and the meats which he had been supplied while there. “Was the possum good?” he was asked. “Absolutely the best dish we had, except the bear’s liver,” he responded with relish. The president never appeared in happier frame of mind than on this occasion. He declared that his health had been perfect. His appetite equally good and with the exception of a day or two lost on account of rain had been in the saddle every day from daylight to dark.

Fire In Omaha Stockyards.

Cudahy Packing Plant Suffers Damage to Amount of $200,000.

South Omaha, Aug. 21.-Fire in the plant of the Cudahy Packing company in this city caused a loss of $200,000. From the Cudahy plant the fire spread to the Union stockyards plant and hog pens to the value of $50,000 were burned.
Those pens were filled with hogs ready for market and it was necessary to drive the animals into the streets. As a result several thousand fat hogs are roaming over the business streets of the town.

Don’t Swat Fly, Eat The Eggs.

Farmer Finds Out That Eggs From Flies Make Fine Table Delicacy and Will Raise them for the Market.

Tidnesta, Pa., July 31.-Instead of following the new fad of swatting flies, Flambert Macy, a farmer of Tidioute township, is swarming them in coops and raising them for their eggs, for he expects to fine large sale as a luxury in food.
The egg contain a high percentage of oil and albumen. He serves them at his own table in three forms-as toasties, as flour cakes, and in the form of cornstarch pudding-and says them both palatable and nutritious.
The coops are of woven wire and cover a space of fifty feet by forty and are ten feet high. In the center of each coop is a tank of water into which the little workers drop their eggs, which the farmer gathers up once a day. There are thousands of them in every setting.
When dried the eggs have a sort of hull which may easily be removed by friction, leaving a product that looks like ice.

Golf And Fish Story.

Some time ago a northern golfer drove a ball a fine, low, skimming shot across a river. Just as the ball was nearly over a salmon leaped at the ball and caught it in its mouth. Such was the pace of the ball that it carried the salmon on to the river’s bank, where it was immediately secured, with the ball tightly wedged in its teeth.-Golf Illustrated.

Elephants Afternoon Call.

An elephant of a traveling circus managed to get loose the other day and went for a walk up Bubbling Well road, finally entering a garden where a lady was sitting on a veranda, when the intelligent animal broke some flowers and handed them to her and then dropped on his knees. He was evidently asking for some refreshments, but it is not stated whether he obtained it or not. The arrival of his keeper putting an end to the interesting situation.-Tientsin Times.

Gored By Mad Bull Wauconda Farmer Is Terribly Injured.

Milking When Wild Bovine Swept Down Upon him and Battled With Him for Hour.
Friends of James Monaghan, of Wauconda, were shocked Monday evening when news telephoned to the village that he had been badly hurt by a bull while getting up the cows for the evening milking.
The bull came upon his victim unawares, knocking him to the ground and repeating the attack when Mr. Monaghan arose, and had it not happened that the fence was near and the bottom wire high enough from the ground to permit of his escaping that way, it is more than probable the angry brute would have killed him. As it was two ribs were broken, one hand badly bruised and the whole body badly shaken up.
Dr. Fuller is attending him, and as he was not gored by the bull, it is likely he will shortly be around again, though it will be some time before he will be able to perform his usual amount of hard work. Jim’s friends sympathize with him, but many congratulate him that he was able to escape with his life.-Wauconda Leader.